I hear the train a comin It's rolling round the bend And I aint seen the sunshine since I dont know when, I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin on But that train keeps a rollin on down to San Anton...
When I was just a baby my mama told me, Son, Always be a good boy, dont ever play with guns. But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die When I hear that whistle blowing I hang my head and cry...
I bet there's rich folks eatin' from a fancy dining car they're probally drinkin coffee and smoking big cigars. Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free But those people keep a-movin And that's what tortures me...
Well if they'd free me from this prison, If that railroad train was mine I bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line Far from Folsom prison that's where I want to stay And I'd let that lonesome whistle Blow my blues away